Sunday, December 29, 2013

I'm friends with the monsterThat's under my bedGet along with the voices inside of my headYou're trying to save meStop holding your breathAnd you think I'm crazyYeah, you think I'm crazy (crazy)

I wanted the fame, but not the cover of NewsweekOh well, guess beggers can't be chooseyWanted to receive attention for my musicWanted to be left alone, public excuse meBeen wanting my cake, And eat it tooWanting it both waysFame may be a balloon cause my ego inflatedWhen I blew seep it was confusingCause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leafAbused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steamHit the lottery (oh wee)With what I gave up to get was bittersweetIt was like winning a huge meetIronic 'cause I think I'm getting so big I need a shrinkI'm beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheepGoing cucko and cuckier as Kool KeithBut I'm actually weirder than you thinkCause I'm

I'm friends with the monsterThat's under my bedGet along with the voices inside of my headYou're trying to save meStop holding your breathAnd you think I'm crazyYeah, you think I'm crazy

Well, that's nothingWell, that's nothing

[Eminem - Verse 2]Now I ain't much of a poetBut I know somebody once told me to seize the momentAnd don't squander itCause you never know when it could all be overTomorrow so I keep conjuringSometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from(Yeah, ponder it, do you wonder there's no wonder you're losing your mind the way you're brought up?)I think you've been wandering off down yonder and stumbled upon Jeff VanVonderenCause I needed an interventionist to intervene between me and this monsterAnd save me from myself and all this conflictCause the very things that I love is killing me and I can't conquer itMy OCD is clonking me in the headKeep knocking, nobody's home, I'm sleepwalkingI'm just relaying what the voice of my head sayingDon't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the...

I'm friends with the monsterThat's under my bedGet along with the voices inside of my headYou're trying to save meStop holding your breathAnd you think I'm crazyYeah, you think I'm crazy

Well, that's nothingWell, that's nothing

Call me crazy, but I had this visionOne day that, I'd walk amongst you regular civiliansBut, until then,drums get killed and I'm Coming straight atEmcees, blood get spilled and ITake it back to the days that, I get on a Dre trackGive every kid who got played atPumped the feelingand shit that say backTo the kids who played 'emI ain't here to save the fucking childrenBut if one kid out of a hundred millionWho are going through a struggle feels and relates that's greatIt's payback, Russell Wilson falling way backIn the draft, turn nothing into something still, can make thatStraw in the gold chump I will spendRumpelstiltskin in a hay stackMaybe I need a straightjacket, face factsI am nuts for real, but I'm okay with thatIt's nothing, I'm still friends with a...

I'm friends with the monsterThat's under my bedGet along with the voices inside of my headYou're trying to save meStop holding your breathAnd you think I'm crazyYeah, you think I'm crazy

I'm friends with the monsterThat's under my bedGet along with the voices inside of my headYou're trying to save meStop holding your breathAnd you think I'm crazyYeah, you think I'm crazy